Original SWAT Kats Story


By Sage

  • 11 Chapters
  • 5,279 Words

Chapters 8-11 Added! Alternate Universe. The Enforcers’ new prototype is coming along well…. more or less. (11 Chapters – Ongoing Series)

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Date Started: 1/15/2013
Date Finished: 1/15/2013

Chapter 3

Fruit Salad

It really hadn’t been a good day. Commander Feral couldn’t get a word in edgewise when the call came from City Hall. He endured the tirade from Mayor Manx, eventually promising a reprimand to those involved and that yes, rest assured, it would never happen again.

Looking up from the relative safety of his hands, which he was sure were holding on to whatever was left of his sanity, he eyed the pilots standing in front of his desk.

Beside him, Captain Cougar waited for an explanation as well, his face stoic.

“So?” Feral demanded.

The pilots exchanged a glance before turning their attention back to their superiors.

“Where do you want us to start, Sir?” asked the taller pilot.

“The beginning would be nice, Furlong,” said Cougar. “Makes it easier to understand.”

“The problem is… it’s just not that simple.” Chance Furlong rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m not sure where to start exactly.” He turned to his partner. “Help me out here, Jake. Did we go through the golf course before, or after we went through the park?”

Jake Clawson tapped a finger against his chin in thought. “I think it was after. Remember? The ducks were chasing after us and covered the cockpit with…”

“No, no. The ducks came after we flew through that open market and got all that fruit stuck in the thrusters. Then we managed to clean them out as we got to the golf course.”

“So that means that we flew through the golf course after we went through the open market before flying through the park.”

“Yeah, but don’t forget the outdoor biker’s convention at City Hall.”

“I’ve never seen bikers run that fast.”

“Guess it doesn’t help that we knocked down their motorcycles at Mach 3.”

“Yeah. Went down like dominoes, too. Oh! Then the marathon runners came through… Hey, I wonder if any of the bikers won?”

Their musings were interrupted as Cougar let out a loud snort, but the laughter was quickly covered by a cough. Clearing his throat, he turned to Feral. “I think I know why the mayor was screaming something about being attacked by flying bananas.”

Feral merely rubbed at his eyes. “Both of you…” He stopped, considered his options, then just shook his head. “Dismissed.”

The pilots were clearly confused. “Sir?”

“I expect a less stupid performance tomorrow. Get the prototype cleaned by tonight.”

Nodding, the pilots saluted and left the office at a pace faster than anticipated.

Curious, Cougar turned to his superior. “No reprimand, Commander?”

Feral gave him a tired look. “What would you have done? Besides laughing?”

Cougar grinned. “Besides shaking their hands on a job well done astounding me?”

The commander decided to revisit his sanity and returned his face to his hands.

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